Give me freedom or something. Hey cops, wolves, and republican party, give me jail bracelets. I will take out belt from pants and laces from shoes, so you will have no problems. Give me loop, give me riffle and bullets or give me love, freedom, justice. How could you steal so much from people, from justice and honor? Thousands die from car accidents, other die from misery, poverty, errors? The rest die from bankruptcy, wars, and family issues. Where are Jews, where is music and party? I would like to make friends, but I am running like others. I met girl, seventeen years old, we are laughing and dancing together. Do you know the dance of the immigrants? Do you know music of heritage? Give me bullets, give me vodka and plane. Every year, I fly in the sky, getting high, staying high in the sky, just to come back. I am sorry, but I am here to stay. I was offered many times better jobs by my friends and family: “We will give you better pay, it is bargain. Here is food, here is tie, and here is clothes. Here is phone numbers to whiten the teeth, hair style, and breath spray, and spray for anti-sweat. Work is show, your job is to get noticed.” I can’t leave, I am bound to the language, bound to my long name of rich heritage. Pants are jeans, used and broken, few wholes for fun, not pants from Marshall Fields or Calvin Klein‘s. Shirt with label “Jewish Rock and Terror Socks” I will not change for wrinkless shirt, tie, and smile. Hat is yarmulke for real, I am Jew, not Christian like others. Winter socks, but love is hot in any weather. We drink not too much, but I am dizzy for some unknown reasons. Clouds, forest, love, and feelings of honor are equally matters.

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